representing Queensbridge U S A Where two SK's go off every day new flesh lay All you little roaches and rats Besides my man Ricky, Nas the true ruler
a job Took all my goodies out from under the tree Except the CD's Of shiny suit rappers and flossin' M C's Who fail at takin' it to rhyme degrees Man
keys, to my Benz and my Coupe Like Jay and Run and D.M.C.'s, that's the name of my group (now speed it up) Beat to the rhythm of the rhyme I'm givin up
's back Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back Who the thugs with the wickedest rhymes Wickedest rhymes, wickedest rhymes
shit rough and raw my 45 Make sure that I survive to another day To bust rhymes which from I get paid Now that?s the end of my freestyle But it was left
Hardheaded Spokes Pockets once was pat but now your bummin' smokes And now your gun ho got 'cha niggaz by your side And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride But let's
picture, I swear by everythin' spit in my rhymes It's only hollow points I spit out my nine Drillin' niggaz on the block, when I'm passin' through I bust
picture tho' Examples, and shit ya wrote I run up on ya faggot ass fast, and slit ya throat Carry my weight like luggage, my bone is thuggish ruggish It's
exquisite artism inquire all, who is it? It's a deliciously daring delicacy I eat to exist Oh, he's waving those words, I want seconds and thirds Oh, hush, that's
up everyday and make-up rhymes but I'm not Mary Kay Some say I'm dope as fuck, some label my rhymes incest My flex is kinda mean yo, so hey kid, CATCH
out Throw somethin down whenever my dick's out They know me so they restructure and reroute They know me from Washington to down south All the way to London to my
Pop time (it's Blo Pop time) It's Blo Pop time (it's Blo Pop time) In the mix, the dimension, J.B., and Chico It's seven, not six, my shirt extra-large
To all my, to all my, to all my, to all my To all my peoples that passed away To all my peoples that passed away, to all my, to all my To to to, free
the M.O's and the K.I's and the F.O's And the B.D's and lows and the fiends and the hoes and god It's real, real, on the block I been up for days I
at? Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh? And where my buck niggas at? Where my buck niggas at? Where they at, where they at, where they at? Where my
My team, you would think was on Thorazine How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's costing Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now
Four Seasons, all four seasons with Sunny But I'll be just fine, the grind's in my bloodline It's what's in your guts time, baby, I'm one rhyme From